If by some accident you remember me, miss me, know this...































Nothing. This is what it is.

Sloshed up,with my ebb dipping lowest tto the low.

I. Am. Done.

what can be more disturbing than knowing that i  lack the skill to write. now i know how a blunt knife feel when it fails to julienne that soggy cottage cheese.

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for the past few years i'm in a zone where i've surrounded myself with huge boulders, walls so thick that not even a micro ounce of emotions can affect me. i have buried my words, thoughts,feelings,emotions etcetera, that now i 'm emotionally constipated. i dont know what am i running after,i'm not even running i'm stagnant in a pool of mess that i thought i've left far behind. for so long i've taken the easy road,running away from all my problems, never having the guts to face them. i have secluded myself from everything and everyone and still i find no peace. i have no idea what i'm doing and what i'm going to do.